“A MWF sex schedule? How efficient," he mused."Please be serious."A wicked grin flashed on his face. "Fine, pencil me in. I'll be ready and erect whenever you need me.”

“You don;t believe me?" He sound wounded, like the thought of me not believing him makes him incredibly sad."No.""Then come with me," he says. He unfolds his long legs and stands up. "To Cooley's. You'll see they just posted the schedule. If I'm lying, I'll buy you a chocolate shake.""And If you're not?""Then I'll still buy you a chocolate shake." He grins at me.”

“Ben made me laugh. I was attracted to his attraction for me: the way he smiled for instance, whenever he saw me, that goofy kind of grin that hijacks the face of the helplessly smitten.”

“Archer turned back to me, and that familiar grin flashed over his face. “Come on, Mercer. Me, you, the cellar. What could go wrong?”

“Wine?" I asked, ready to order."I’d rather have Sex on the Beach." He winked at me with a devilish grin.”

“Nick,please let me go.""I can't." His forehead creased into a dark frown of irritated bewilderment. "Whenever I see you,I can't seem to let you go.""You fired me!"He grinned. "I just rehired you.”